#;verse tbd

[troppe-muse]

"Okay, so if this isn't showing up then...."

Has he noticed anyone nearby? Absolutely not.

[deathinfeathers-a]

@metaladam said: "Id never allow it though

"I would certainly hope not."

[bladedspite]

@vonordelia

‘you have a talent for this, felix. it would do you well to devote time to developing it.’

it absolutely baffled him how byleth could consider all his leaps and bounds in the study of the blade, how reliable his strokes and how powerful the cuts, and go on to throw every last bit of his mastery aside in favor of developing what was- AT BEST- a niche utility. it was hardly a secret that he had an affinity with magic, early testing with his crest had revealed as much — all too common when one considered his upbringing. training started early and knowing the full extent of one’s talents was unavoidable.

unfortunately, early lessons were not quite as promising as the results had led his father to believe.

so he cast it aside, rebuked the entire field of study as if it had betrayed him. and in a way, it had, promising great potential in his blood but lending nothing in the way of the intuitive understanding and familiarity that he had when a blade was in his hands. he felt bare wielding nothing save for gestured palms and esoteric chants, frustrated when his efforts left him with little more than a pit in his stomach and a migraine. it’s this distracted state of mind that keeps him from noting that he was no longer alone.

instead he glared down into the tome with a frustrated growl, half-hoping that a burst of that natural talent would flare up just to instill an intensity to his gaze so strong that it would burn the tome cover to cover.

                                  a few books gone in the very same manner and perhaps byleth would reconsider sending him away from his feints and parries.

[rxinbowtrxveler]

‘It’s impossible to transmute something without a circle; it’s the conduit for the energy necessary for a transmutation, it focuses and dictates the flow of energy pulled from the earth and matter itself. Simply understanding the sequence of transmutation and the laws of Equivalent Exchange aren’t enough, circles are integral for a transmutation to work. No circle, no transmutation. It’s impossible to transmute without drawing one,’

That’s what they’d told the unnamed girl in the last town she’d passed through; she knew that this sorcery she could now use was called ‘alchemy’, and that it was no easy feat for any common person to achieve (it requires study, innate talent, and an understanding of chemistry and the world around you), but she didn’t know how other alchemists did it. Cornello had told her that her ability to transmute without a circle, or a stone like he’d used, had meant she was a god. Now, she’d doubted that she was anything but human, no matter what the conman had made the citizens of Liore, and in part, her believe (she had taken his word on being a holy man, but not quite on his claims of her godhood)...but she still didn’t know why all she needed to do was clap to perform a transmutation. According to the few alchemists she’d run into after fleeing the desert, you needed a circle, no ifs ands or buts... unless you were her, and that boy with the red coat who’d gotten rid of the faux priest, apparently. The teen hadn’t been able to catch him, or his massive armored companion before they’d left Liore. Wanting to know more about what was going on in this strange world around her and why she could do these things, she’d decided to track him down for answers. Having sold the golden crown Cornello had made her along the way for food, she’d mostly traveled on foot with naught more than a suitcase to hold what little she had, and the clothes on her back to find him. Traveling for weeks had garnered nothing... until today.

Walking down the streets of East City, the girl sighed to herself. It felt like she’d never find the mysterious alchemist at this rate, but as she was turning a corner... she spotted a silhouette cloaked in red ahead of her, a golden braid down his back. At last, she’d found him! The dark haired girl ran as fast as her legs could carry her to catch up to him.

“Hey, guy in the red coat! Please, Hold up a second!”

@fullmetalhexrt

[comtevengeur]

@scngstcss | X

A small chuckle left the Count as a few of the nobles steered away from him and by extension the young songstress. He certainly gave off that kind of air quite easily so it was no surprise that people wanted to avoid the dark gentleman despite the fine garb he wore that looked so regal in appearance. But his eyes told a much different tale and were the eyes of a man accustomed to violent delights as much as any other.

“Then call me Count instead, Miss Dorothea. I am the Count of Monte Cristo. Do me the honor of letting me take you home and I will tell you my full name. Is that fair?”

It was a cheap move, that was true, but hopefully his first move had ingratiated him to her enough. He had no ulterior motive than to speak to her about her craft and maybe learn a bit more about the entrancing singer.

[cantstoptherot]

@glad-galadrigal

Continued from here: (x)

For now, the scholar was safe. If he got closer to the assassin though that would be a different story. Narrowing gold right back at the smaller troll’s six-eyed gaze as it scrutinized frame, broad wings rustle with a soft sound of scuffing stone.

‘If it is, She has not told me about it; I doubt it is a curse.’

[joannahunts-a]

@billharvelle gets a christmas starter, because tumblr ate the ask

Jo grinned as she lifted a rather large package from beneath the tree and set it down in her father’s lap. “You first!” she declared cheerfully as she curled up in the chair nearby, tucking her feet up beneath her in the seat. She had spent ages trying to find the perfect gift for her dad, agonizing over her options until she had finally found something that she was convinced he would love.

The large present she’d set in his lap, carefully wrapped in plaid paper from the dollar store, and an over-the-top glittery gold bow, contained a hand-crafted wooden box, holding a crystal whiskey decanter with matching glasses, and a set of whiskey stones. She bit her lip as she waited for him to unwrap it, hoping he’d like it.

[thecreaminhiscoffee]

@murroyilodel liked for a starter!

          “I apologize if I have run into the wrong place.” Jessica brushes her skirt, trying to dust off the rain drops before they set in too deeply, then shivers once.  The sprinkle started shortly after she left her apartment, and she’d hoped it would stay that light, as it’d seemed to be for the majority of the day.  Unfortunately, it turned into a stronger downpour, and she ducked into the first place that seemed...habitable.           “There’s a cafe down the street--                        I can run there, if that would be better?”